Whitewing I: Babyface
By: Coricos

Roger's handcuffs rattled as the prison bus drove up to his new home, the Whitewing Medium Security Prison.

A cocky looking guard came aboard and took custody of Roger.

"Welcome to your new home, boy."

Roger got up and followed the guard into the massive, white bricked building.

"I advise you to learn the workings here at Whitewing fast boy, cause those that don't don't last to long."

Roger ignored the comment as they walked through an endless corridor of security doors and check points. He scuffed off his warnings as threats used to intimidate new inmates. Finally they approached the last security point.

"Okay boy, strip search time before we release you into the Wing."

Roger pulled his white tank top up over his baby face and brown, rustled hair, exposing a well defined chest and abs. He proceeded to kick off his shoes and drop his sweats, revealing his impressive package and muscular legs. But Roger isn't the star of this story, we'll be introducing him, or them rather, later.

As the guard escorted Roger into the Wing, the prisoners were lined up, watching the fresh meat enter its new home. The Wing can be described as a large circular room with cells lined all around, three stories high. The bottom floor holds the cafeteria, filled with a field of tables. The second floor, suspended above the first, is the fenced in gym, complete with showers and a change room. Only instead of normal walls, everything is divided with chain link fence. Easier for guards to keep an eye on the inmates. The guard led Roger up to the second floor and opened up a cell halfway around the circle. He pushed him in and left, closing the cell without another word.

Roger looked over his cell. Two bunks atop each other on the back wall. A toilet and a sink. Wonderful, he thought. Looking up at him from the bottom bunk was his cell mate. 6 feet tall, like Roger. Lean yet muscular. Smooth dark brown skin. Shirtless and wearing grey sweats.

"The name's Kevin. Remember it."

"Roger here. What are ya in for?"

"Hit up a diamond store. Couple people had to die, apparently not enough if ya know what I mean. You?"

"I'm innocent. Let's just leave it at that. So who's who in this place. People I should mind myself from."

Kevin gave Roger a frightening look.

"I don't see whats in it for me..... There's no free meals here in the Wing....."

"I just got here man, I haven't got any shit!"

"Looks like you got a fine little ass over there. Listen, I'll show you ropes, you let me fuck you when I want to."

Roger knew this was coming. It was prison, this is what happens. He wasn't gonna be some guy's bitch. But then again he didn't really have a choice.

"Sure fine, whatever man, but once I got the hang of things here, that shit is done."

"We'll see about that, now get your fucking white ass over here."

Kevin dropped his sweats revealing an 8 inch black monster. He threw Kevin to the bed, gave his dick a good spit, and pushed it all the way into Roger's willing ass.

"Oh fuck man, that's the shit I'm talking about. Man this ass is fucking fine."

Kevin pumped fast and furiously. His sweaty balls slapping against Roger's bubble butt.

Roger did nothing but moan and bite his lip. Roger loved having a cock up his ass, his one secret in life was being a bottom. He could lay there all day.

But then again, this story isn't about Kevin and Roger.

So Kevin, not having gotten any action since his last cell mate left two weeks ago, shot his load in a couple of minutes. His black snake pulsing menacingly.

"Shit, I was hoping to milk more out of that. Don't expect such a short fuck next time, and I hope your pretty little face knows how to give a good blow job."

Roger, in fact, did have a pretty face. In his late teens he did modeling work for several major fashion companies. Who knew that the pretty boy on the cover of the XY would be sitting in the slammer before the age of 30.

"Kay man, you got your fix, now show me who's who."

Roger pulled up his track pants. He was an experienced bottom but never had been fucked so viciously. He still felt it, and he would for the better half of that day.

"Listen up, here at the Wing there are three main people you need to watch out for. Down there (Kevin pointed to a cell on the first floor to their left) you've got Gary. Horniest fuckin' brotha you will ever meet. He'll top you, then take you up the ass. And you won't understand what I mean by that but you will, everyone does eventually."

Roger was not impressed by this statement.

"Over there (Kevin pointed a muscular white guy in the gym who could be seen through the chainlink fence) you have Trevor. He's the most jacked guy in Whitewing. Biggest dick too, surprising for a white guy, get on his bad side and you'll get to know it pretty fucking personally."

Roger took this as a challenge.

"And finally up top we've got Clif. Fucking biggest fuck you will ever meet. He's gotta be at least 400 pounds of fat. Sweaty, greasy fat. He eats guys like us for dinner. Well and lunch too. Breakfast. Whenever he feels like it really. Once he's decided he wants you, he'll get you, so watch yourself."

Kevin pointed up to the third floor and Roger saw the fattest human being he had ever laid eyes on. Easily the width of 3 normal people. How he fit into a wife beater was beyond Roger. Roger suddenly got chills. Clif was looking right at his cell.

"No offence man, but this place seems fucked. You can't have three top dogs."

"There are three because none of them can finish off another one. It's some fucked up truce shit."

"Whatever man"

With that Roger jumped to the top bunk and rested his ass. Man was it sore.

An hour later all the cell doors slid open. Feeding time. Roger made his way to the eating area below. He was afraid to look up in case Clif was still eyeing him. He knew he was though, he could feel him. Making his way through the line, he got his serving of what could only be described as brown and white. Roger had no appetite at all. Unfortunately that couldn't be said for all the cell mates...

Roger sat down with Kevin and Kevin introduced him to some of the other inmates. Carlos, a beefy mexican, shaved head, on the shorter side. Benny, a blonde white boy, not too muscled but naturally smooth giving him a baby like quality. And Mitch, black hair, shaved real short, tattoos on both arms, several scattered piercings.

Making very little small talk, Roger abruptly felt something hot and sweaty pressing up against his back. He turned to look behind him and got a face full of Clif's gut.

"Get a good wiff of it baby face cause you'll be in there soon enough."

With that Clif let out a grunted laugh, belched in Rogers face, and carried off through the cafeteria laughing.

"What the fuck is up with that?"

Roger looked at the other guys for an answer but got none.

"Listen man," said Benny, "We do what we gotta do to survive in here, I suggest you get some protection from Clif if you wanna make it another day."

"Who's gonna give me protection from that?"

"Your options are really only Trevor over there, or Gary. Clif usually won't mess with them"

After dinner Roger went to the gym and hit the heights hard. He built up a sweat, a mean sweat. He knew he had to bulk up if he was going to survive.

The whole time he kept his eye on Trevor who was also in the gym. Finally he saw him get up and head to the showers.

"Perfect," thought Roger, "I'll stop him while he's changing and see if he can help me out."

Roger waited a couple minutes and got up to head to the showers. About 10 feet from the showers, he saw Trevor there in full naked glory. His dick swaying between his legs had to at least be 13 inches. It was unbelievable. He kept watching as Trevor approached who Roger recognized as Mitch. Mitch kinda froze for a moment, and Trevor shoved him to his knees and started feeding him his 13 inch cock. Mitch was could barely take the monster into his mouth.

"Fuck," thought Roger, "I thought Kevin was huge, that's just grotesque."

Trevor's cock only grew and swelled until it was as thick as a barstool. Mitch was basically being assaulted by the thing, licking it where he could.

Trevor then bent Mitch over so it looked like he was going to fuck him. His huge cock was blowing Roger's mind.

"That thing will tear him apart."

Instead Trevor grabbed Mitch's legs and they slid right into his monster cock. Mitch was pleading at this point but Trevor just had a look of complete dominance on his face.

He held his hands behind his head and leaned against the chainlink fence as his monster cock slowly pulled up the crying naked Mitch, now in upto his crotch..

Trevor's face reflected pure ecstasy and Mitch's arms were clutching on to the sides of the huge thing.

Roger could not believe his eyes.

Trevor started moaning as Mitch was drawn in upto his mid chest.. His arms were folded across his chest as he held himself, knowing the end was near.

Roger could hear Mitch begging, but Trevor's giant cock kept slurping him in. Deeper into the flesh rod.

Trevor began grunting something fierce as he drew the last bit of tattooed Mitch into his gigantic cock. His dick was so wide that Roger was sure his arms would only barely be able to get around. It drooped almost touching the floor, heavy with Mitch's body. Slowly Mitch was drawn into Trevor's ball sack. And slowly his huge cock returned to a manageable size.

Roger was gaping at Trevor now, who saw him through the fence.

"I hope you enjoyed the little show. Can I help you with something or do you want to follow my post-work out snack?"

Roger managed to lift up his jaw and form a reply. Finally he understood what Kevin was talking about, as insane as it was, he understood.

"I need your protection. From Clif. He wants to eat me. I will do absolutely anything for your help."

"Anything hunh?"

Trevor scratched his engorged sausage and balls.

"Absolutely anything. I'm Roger."

"I'm Trevor, which you no doubt already know. You must be the new kid with the baby face that I've heard was coming. I'm sure was can work out some sort of deal, you and I. But first we need to get you into my cell."

With that they began to discuss how Trevor would protect Roger, and what Roger would do in return.

The End